He made no reply. Miss Taverner raised her eyes to his face. ‘Do you think it wise to let him be married?’ she asked.
‘I think he is not married yet, Miss Taverner,’ replied Worth.
The carriage began to move forward. Judith said: ‘Now that it has been so publicly announced it must be a settled thing.’
‘Oh, by no means,’ said Worth. ‘A dozen things might happen to prevent it.’
‘He cannot in honour turn back from an engagement.’
‘True, but I might turn him back from it if I thought it proper to do so,’ said the Earl.
‘If you do not like the engagement why did you permit him to enter into it?’ asked Miss Taverner rather sternly.
‘Because I had not the smallest desire to see him persuade Miss Fairford into a runaway match,’ replied Worth.
She frowned. ‘I am to understand that you don’t wish to see him married?’
‘Not at all. Why should I?’ He turned to address the coachman, desiring to be set down at the corner. The carriage turned into Piccadilly, and stopped. He got out, and stood for a moment with his hand on the door. His face softened as he looked at Miss Taverner, but he only said: ‘Believe me, I have your affairs well in hand. Where do you go from here? Shall I direct your coachman?’
‘Oh, we are going to look at the new bridge across the river,’ said Mrs Scattergood. ‘But he knows. Well, I am glad we met you, and I have no doubt there is a great deal in what you say. You are off to White’s, I suppose? I am sure I do not know what you gentlemen would do if there were no clubs to spend the day in!’
He returned no answer to this observation, but merely bowed and stepped back.
‘Well, my love,’ said Mrs Scattergood as the carriage moved on, ‘you may say what you will, but excepting only Mr Brummell, there is no one in town who dresses so well as Worth! Such an air of fashion! I believe you may see your face in his boots as well as in your mirror.’
‘I have never denied Lord Worth’s ability to be in the mode,’ replied Miss Taverner indifferently. ‘The only thing that surprises me is to see him come out of a boxing saloon.’
‘Oh, my dear, I daresay he went only to accompany Colonel Armstrong,’ said Mrs Scattergood excusingly.
‘More than likely,’ agreed Judith, with a contemptuous smile.
Peregrine, who had entered the saloon as Worth was on the point of leaving, had also been surprised. That his lordship had been indulging in sparring exercise was evident, for he was just coming out of the changing-room, and had paused in the doorway to exchange a few words with Mr Jackson. He caught sight of Peregrine at the other end of the Saloon, nodded to him, and said: ‘How does that ward of mine shape, Jackson?’
Jackson glanced over his shoulder. ‘Sir Peregrine Taverner, my lord? Well, he shows game; always ready to take the lead, you know, but sometimes rather glaringly abroad. Good bottom, but not enough science. Do you care to see him in a round or two?’
‘God forbid!’ said Worth. ‘I can well imagine it. Tell me, Jackson, could you lay your hand on a promising young heavyweight who would be glad to earn a little money out of the way – not in the Ring?’
Jackson looked at him rather curiously. ‘Cribb knows most of the young ’uns, my lord. Lads thankful to be fighting for a purse of five guineas – is that it?’Worth nodded.‘Any number of them to be found,’ Jackson said. ‘You know that, my lord. But do you stand in need of one?’
‘It has just occurred to me that I might,’ said the Earl, negligently playing with his gloves. ‘I’ll see Cribb.’ He turned as Colonel Armstrong came out of the changing-room. ‘Are you ready, Armstrong?’
‘I suppose I am,’ replied the Colonel, who was looking very hot. ‘I’ll swear you’ve sweated pounds off me, Jackson. I don’t know how you both contrive to look so cool.’
The ex-champion smiled. ‘His lordship was taking it very easily today.’
‘What, fighting shy?’ said the Colonel, with a twinkle.
‘No, not shy; just trifling,’ said Jackson. ‘But you should be coming to me more regularly, Colonel. It was bellows to mend with you after three minutes of it, and I don’t like those plunges of yours.’
‘Trying to land you a facer, Jackson,’ grinned the Colonel.
‘You won’t do it like that, sir,’ said Jackson, shaking his head. ‘If you’ll excuse me, gentlemen, I’ll go over and set Mr Fitzjohn to a little singlestick with one of my young men.’
‘Oh ay, we’re just off,’ said Armstrong. ‘Are you coming,Worth?’
‘Yes, I’m coming,’ answered the Earl. He looked at Jackson. ‘Do what you can with my ward. And, Jackson, by the way – on that other matter, I feel sure I can rely on your discretion.’
‘You can always be sure of that, my lord.’